Yesterday and Today.I shook my head in utter shock.

"Of course not! Who does? it is like the holy grail of records!" I exclaimed. He laughed at my comment.

"You wouldn't be the first to compare The Beatles to Jesus." I laughed as well noting my choice of metaphor. But I was right, this thing was mega rare. When the Beatles first released this butcher covered version of their American released record, Capitol Records was not pleased with the disturbing artwork. The label banned it from sales and the gory cover was sealed over with a new photograph for resale, making an authentic butcher copy almost priceless. The shop owner held it out in front of me, gesturing me to take it, without a thought I grabbed it and held it in my own hands. I never thought I would ever have a chance to even see one of these things in person, let alone hold one! I flipped it over to look at the tracks. I noticed some of my favourite songs from 'Rubber Soul" like Nowhere Man, Drive My Car, and a Harrison classic If I Needed Someone. There were also a few from "Revolver," and of course Macca's masterpiece Yesterday.

"How would you like to add that one to your collection m'dear?" My eyes just about popped out of my skull! It's for sale? If I had this thing I would never leave it out of my sight, let alone sell it. I don't even want to know how much this thing is, I saw an episode of The Antique Roadshow where one of these records sold for over $10 000, and that was over 10 years ago!

"Sir, I couldn't even imagine what this costs! I unfortunately do not have the funds to be buying historical artifacts," He laughed. Still overwhelmed by his offer I rambled on.

"But I promise I will come back when I am a famous songwriter and musician, making millions and I will be more than happy to take that off your hands," I held out the record to offer it back to him, He backed away rejecting my offer.

"No, no I want you to have this, after tomorrow the ol'shop is closing down and I don't want this little treasure to get mixed up in the move, I would rather it in safe hands." he assured. I couldn't believe what I was hearing, first of all I never imagined even seeing one of these vinyls in person, let alone owning one!

"I'm sorry, this is just crazy, Are you serious?"

"Yes of course love, take it, you can also take home that other one you have there. It's on me." he reassured me. I was still in shock really. Yesterday and Today was one of the most valuable records in the world, and some stranger was just going to give it to me. It was just to good to be true, but it was the Beatles, they never did me any wrong before.

"Thank you very much, are you sure you didn't want it?"

"No, no,no I have no need for it at all, plus I think the lads would prefer your company to mine anyway," he chuckled. I laughed as well, though I didn't completely understanding what he meant, I thanked him again for the records and we said our farewells. I carefully tucked the records into my suede fringe messenger bag. As I made my way out of the shop I hailed a taxi to insure myself getting home safely with my new records.

When I got home I ran straight up to my room and closed the door. I was greeted by the familiar faces of my four boys plastered up on the walls and then quickly pulled Yesterday and Today from my bag and stared longingly at the mop tops in white smocks. I inspected the cover a little more carefully and i flipped it around to the back and scanned through the track list and prior Beatles LP covers. Suddenly I noticed something strange in the left corner of the casing. It was a dark circle, no bigger than the end of a pencil eraser. I couldn't for the life of me think of what it could be from, it looked as though it might be a burn mark or something. Disregarding the marking I carefully slid the record from it's infamous case and gently placed in in my turn table. As I put the needle on the slick black disc, my room began to fill with the twangs of George's Rickie with the first lick of the song, which I immediately recognized as "Drive My Car" originally from Rubber Soul. I grabbed my own, a 350V6 and jammed along side them to the awesome hit . As the track switched to "I'm Only Sleeping,'' With my Rickenbacker still in my possession. I flopped myself onto my double bed in a way that reminded my of the mountain scene in Help!

The intense harmonies of "Nowhere Man" filled my room and then it wasn't long before one of their first drug anthems "Doctor Robert," took the stage. As I was listening I closed my eyes and pictured myself at a concert, and watching them on stage. That stable back beat coming from the stoned smiley face of Ringo Starr. He is almost impossibly adorable, with those eyes and that laugh. It's just as impossible to not smile while watching him drum. Even now in his 71st year, he still had that affect on me. My eye then went to Paul. Shaking his dark mop along with his iconic baseline and blaring perfect harmonies against the others. In my vision he winked at me and smiled with that charming smirk. I always assumed that Paul would be quite arrogant but I couldn't help but love him, and the way he felt music was so inspiring. Speaking of inspiring, Just to the right of Paul, blasting a haunting lead vocal was John Lennon. John stood on the stage with his wider stance strumming his guitar playing out one of his infamous alter egos. Other than being named after the late peace activist, he was a big part of my life. I could not idolize him more, everything about him either reminded me of myself or someone I aspired to be. Whether it be his quick wit, bluntness, or ability to speak his mind. However, I will admit his fire red temper was the complete opposite to mine, and something that was not much to be desired. Butterflies immediately filled my stomach as I stared at the slim man playing those familiar guitar licks. George Harrison. I don't know what it was about him that made me feel this way when I thought about him. His music was so good, with The Beatles and even better solo, there was also a sense of realism with George. Though stuck in the crazy life of fame, he always seemed to look at it from the outside. He seemed like a guy you would see on a park bench, watching the birds, He seemed real.

I noticed the song changed when the soft plucking of an acoustic guitar filled the room. Yesterday, all my troubles seemed so far away. Now it looks as though there here to stay, oh I believe in yesterday. Finally the strings came in and joined Paul's smooth voice. I remembered the first time I heard Paul's masterpiece. I was five years old, when my grandfather gave me his "Help!" record. It was one of my favourite LPs. Yesterday was the kind of song that sounded so familiar even if you had never heard it before and thats how I felt, it was a song I felt I knew my whole life, even though it was my first time hearing it. Suddenly, I'm not half the man I used to be. There's a shadow hanging over me, oh yesterday came suddenly. Though my eyes were closed I began to see a light escaping through my eye lids. Each second the light I assumed to be the sun arriving after the rain began to grow stronger and stronger. Thinking a light this bright could not possibly be the sun I opened my eyes to reveal a bright white light coming from the speakers of my vinyl player. Before I even had a chance to determine what the mysterious light was, it began penetrating through every opening of my room. Instantly the light became overwhelming and I had to to cover my eyes into my pillow. Suddenly I heard an off chord in the song before it abruptly stopped in the middle and I noticed that the surface I was laying on wasn't my bed but something much harder, and carpeted for that matter. I heard talking which must have been coming from a different room because I couldn't quite make out what anyone was saying. I felt someone standing over me.

"Hullo, are you alright miss?" I heard an all to familiar accented voice. I opened my eyes and looked up to see the face of a young Paul McCartney.